Little Falls transcript. [volume] (Little Falls, Morrison County, Minn.) 1876-1894, 1887-07-22

| Its jamb full o. suthi'.' he told
Aunt True; must be a powerful big
| swarm. =
'.sure they are smoked out enough,
Joshuay pr -
''Oh. yes, they're quiet; none O. them
amt going out or coming in. There's
leetle buzzing, but that don't mount
to nothing-no more'n a hens futterin'
| when her heads chopped OFFS ..<
While doing two things lat once
specializing how much sweetness such
colony could procure, and thrusting in
| the spoon Uncle True's elbow start
ed a brick down the chimney. In an
! instant that powerful swarm Narted
| up ri ght into Uncle True's face. as he
peeped intently over. With howl OF
fright, he dropped the kettle. Itrolled
and bumped the length of the roof, then
bounded off. striking the ground just
where Aunt True stood moment be-
fore.
This woke the Baskinses like an cleo
trio shock. They set up in bed bewil-
dered and. frightened. Then, hearing
the clatter of Uncle TOMS boots down
| the slope of the roof, Baskins said:
'It's probably cyclone; we haven't
had the equinoctial yet! The only
thing that'll save us is to get out of the
house and away from the trees!''
AS the Baskinses fled out OF the back
| door, Uncle True. wishing only to dis
lance the bees, suddenly dropped among
| them, in their back yard. and rolled
over grooming. Perhaps they took
him for some strange being, tipped of
another planet by a freak of the cy-
clone: at any rate, they did not recog-
nize him in his ''bee protector, for as
the prone figure Topped it's hands
| wildly skyward, and gasped for speech,
| Baskins shouted:
Run, all on ye! Make for the open
field!'
Rum they did, fast and far, scream
ing till the neighborhood was aroused.
AS the Baskinses crowded through
the gate that opened into large field,
the elder Baskins looked back to see if
! the house had gone over. To his sur
prise, it remained apparently firm, not
even the chimneys had started He
noted also how still the trees WERE
and what perfect morning it was.
''Surely this is no cyclone" he said,
and at once ordered a halt, while he
went back to reconneitre. Hi atten-
! ton was at once called to the groans
Of Uncle True, who was being helped
over the fence by his wife The for
mer, seeing throug h his thick veil that
| 1t was MIR. Baskins, called out:
i've had a terrible fall, neighbor
| Baskins; think I've broke my back.
I'll never fix q chimney again!'
With that he was ushered into the
house, and the door slammed behind
| him.
As Mr.. Baskins gazed upon the roof
of the house, and saw many bees tlving
angrily around the chimney, the alb
sence of several bricks. long spoon
and iron kettle on the ground, dilap-
idated patch of buckwheat in his neigh
| boris yard, the truth gradually Gawned
upon him.
| Come back!" he shouted to his
family; cts no cyclone another
Of Old True's experiments. ~
| AS Joshua True sat bolstcred up in
his armchair before the fire, it seemed
as if every one who passed the house,
looked at the chimney and smiled.
Even the boys paused on their way to
school. explaining to some newcomers:
''Old True's home run down the roof
Bert also, although innocent, was
punished for the sins of his parents.
for his playmates called him 'Honev!"
This was more than Uncle True
could bear; he decided to move away,
and start anew among strangers. Il
was some days before his wife could be
persuaded to 60, but at last she said
We'll go, Joshuay, but" shaking
her long foretinger at him, which melt
she was in earnest, "don't you let me
hear anything more about expert
ments. Helen Pearson Barnard, in
| tie Boston Traveller.